Mates

I think I've figured out my formula to happily navigate nightshift, one week before I change back to days. As long as I get up around 3pm, exercise regularly, try to avoid unhealthy foods, and focus my days off on spending time with mates, it's quite managable. Perhaps I am just on a high.
I mean, who am I kidding? I hate nightshift. I much prefer days. Luckily, three more nightshifts and I am free! Back to a solid, healthy routine. Bring it on. Totally pumped for it.
Also means I can go trekking with my Mum to help train me for Everest in December. I will have a new blog for that, but I won't have it up and running until I am about to leave. Stay tuned, excitement to come!

Argh.
Nightshift is so lonely. I am sick of hanging out with workmates. They are good because we work the same hours but bad because I work with them. I miss my out-of-work mates. The ones I haven't seen in ages because I'm working so much. I hate nightshift. I want dayshift again. Two weeks, chop chop.
Also the perpetual tiredness. WAKE UP! I only got up three hours ago and I'm sleepy enoguh to sleep.
Argh.